We’d been part of the search party for the past two days but we had not found Darcy. We had fears he had slipped into the water where we’d last seen him.
It was against all hope that we hoped he’d wandered off into the bush and gotten himself lost. He did have a habit of doing just that, getting caught up in the scenery and forgetting where he was.
We were gradually feeling more and more helpless when the radio crackled and there was, his voice telling us he was sorry and he would be down in an hour.